O FATHER, Father,
No prayer of any child of Thine,
However brief and exude, however feeble,
For ends however vast—-
The righting of a world,
The coming of Thy universal Kingdom-
Can ever go unheard,
Can ever rest neglected and unanswered,

Thou art our Father and our God,

And when we cry to Thee

That Thy great Will may be fulfilled,

Thou answerest,

Thou answerest;

Beyond our utmost thought,

Swiftly and patiently, Thou answerest.

LORD,
In the hurry of everyday life, and of service for men,
We would snatch, again and again,
A hundred times a day,
The brief and golden leisure
To glance tip to Thy face,
To catch once more the sound of Thy voice,
To feel anew the touch of Thy hand,
To know again that we live in Thee.

101 H